Area of Suspicion (30 page)

“You don’t mind my taking an ownership interest in them?”

“Try to get out of it. Just try. I’ll follow you on the street, beating on a pan and waving a sign: ‘This man ruined me!’ ”

“Ruined you?”

“That’s just a suggestion—for after I get my strength back. My God, Gevan, that’s a delicious black eye!”

“And that’s a delectable bandage.”

“They shaved the top of my head. It’s hideous. They let me look with a hand mirror when they changed the dressing. I look like one of those monastery types. You’re looking at me funny.”

“I’m making up for all the time of having you around and
not
looking at you.”

“What’s the verdict?”

“You are lovely, Joan Perrit. You have good bones.”

“Thick ones, apparently.”

“Mind if I keep staring?”

“If you keep staring in just that way, I’m going to clutch at you. That’s bad technique. I’m supposed to be shy and girlish and reserved. Mother said never clutch. It makes men nervous.”

“Make me nervous.”

It was a fine Saturday and a fine Sunday. We spent every possible moment together. We had talking to do, but I haven’t the faintest idea of what we talked about. We were memorizing each other. If it happens to somebody else, it is just a standard moon-June case of love. When it happens to you, it changes the world.

It had never been this way before. Not with anybody. She was alive and gay, and there was no question about what we would do with our lives. She was Joan and I wanted her for keeps. I wanted her complete with her sudden fits of shyness, and faint awkwardnesses of posture, and the clean, soft texture of her skin, and the good bones, and the structural miracle of wrist and ankle, and the surprising richness of the curve of her waist. I looked at her body and I wanted it ripe with our child. I had never felt that way before. I told her about that and she said it was a good thing. She said it could probably be arranged, that she’d seen a diagram somewhere about how you went about it. There was a lustiness about her sense of humor that I had never suspected, and it delighted me. She told me gravely that she needed to know nothing about other women in my life, because given the opportunity, she felt confident that she could induce in me considerable amnesia on that point. By the look of her eyes and lips when she said it, I had no doubt it was true. Each moment with her made the narrowness of her escape more terrifying.…

The meeting was scheduled for ten o’clock on Monday morning. I was smuggled into the offices ahead of the early birds, and had a long wait in a storeroom full of office supplies. On the way to the offices Tancey told me that LeFay had been picked up in Baltimore and brought back to Arland, and there was no file on him.

At the proper moment one of Tancey’s young men unlocked the door and nodded to me. It was quarter after ten. I followed him to the paneled board room. I felt ridiculous as I walked toward the room, as though I were a
female entertainer about to leap up out of a big pasteboard pie.

I erased a wide, idiotic smile from my lips as I walked in. I came very close to yelling. “Surprise!”

At first the room was a smear of smoke and faces. Uncle Al spoiled my electric moment by saying, “Thought you’d forgotten about this, Gevan.”

Tancey was in the room. I looked at Mottling and saw that look of a professional gambler who had learned not to tear up the cards when he loses. There is always another hand coming up. Niki may have gone pallid when she saw me, but I could not be certain. Her eyes were like Mottling’s. Cool, aware, speculative.

Then I saw Lester Fitch. The flesh of his face had sagged loose from the bone. His complexion was yellow. He mumbled something to Karch, the Chairman of the Board, and left the room, wavering so that his shoulder struck against the door-jamb as he left. One of Tancey’s young men followed him.

The proceedings were brief. The books confirmed my holdings and voting privilege. Walter Granby requested permission to speak. He stated that he hoped I would resume active management of the firm, pleading that he could be more valuable if he could continue to devote his entire attention to financial matters. Karch made an objection that seemed too routine. Uncle Al backed Granby’s suggestion. They all stared at me. I cleared my throat and heard myself saying that under the circumstances I would be glad to take over if it could be confirmed by a vote. Granby declined the nomination Karch made. The voting was between me and Mottling. I saw why Niki had wanted me to abstain from voting. One sizeable shareholder had been won over by Mottling, and I saw from the expression on Karch’s face that it was an unpleasant surprise. Had I not voted, Mottling would have been in.

With my block of voting shares, it was no contest. I was in. And I knew I had to show I could handle it, show that previous success had not been a fluke. I saw Tancey
watching me with something like amusement in his eyes. There was a polite spatter of applause. I was renamed to the Board. I blocked Lester’s appointment to the Board.

Karch closed the meeting and people moved slowly out of the smoky room into the wide hallway. Niki came up to me in the hall and put her hand in mine and looked into my eyes. “I guess I was a stubborn, officious fool, darling. I should have realized this is where you belong. Where you have always belonged.”

“How do you mean that?”

“I don’t know anything about all this company business. I thought I was doing what Ken wanted. I guess he would have wanted you to come back more than anything. I just didn’t see it that way. I do, now.”

“Thank you, Niki.”

“Come on out to the house about five, will you darling? We’ll have a drink to you. Just the two of us. Please?”

“I’ll let you know.” Stanley Mottling came up to us, smiling.

He congratulated me and then said, “I’ll stick around and help out as long as you need me, Gevan.”

“I appreciate that.”

They both smiled at me. Their smiles were warm. It seemed incredible they were acting a part. They hadn’t given up. They would never give up. Blocked in one direction, they were instinctively seeking another.

My arrival was bad news, but Dolson was gone and LeFay was gone, and they were safe. They could concentrate on taking over Gevan Dean. The woman could marry him. Mottling could stick close to him at the plant. Maybe it could be managed just as well this way. I returned their smiles. I wanted to tell Mottling to be out of the plant in ten minutes, but I didn’t know how Tancey wanted me to handle it. I thanked them for their good wishes and watched them walk down the corridor together, and I heard Niki’s warm, calm laugh.

I found out which office was Lester’s. I went there and opened the door and walked in without knocking. It was an
intrusion. Lester sat behind his desk. Tancey and the young man who had followed Lester Fitch flanked him, facing him. Tancey gave me an annoyed glance.

Lester said dully, “I tell you I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His face was still yellow.

“Mr. Fitch,” Tancey said calmly, “You’re being stupid. Sit down, Mr. Dean, and listen to this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I felt sick and I had to leave. Something I ate, I think.”

“Who told you Mr. Dean was dead?”

“His wife called me right after he was shot.”

“Not that Mr. Dean. This one.”

“I didn’t think Gevan was dead. I don’t know what you mean.”

“If I ever saw a man seeing a ghost, it was you, Fitch. We’ve got your playmate, LeFay. He’s told us how it was worked, with you and Dolson. We can prove every bit of it. You’re a lawyer. You must know criminal law. This isn’t a case of nailing you for getting your hands on government money. I want you for murder, too. For being an accessory in the murder of the Brady girl.”

“But I didn’t even know they were going to—” He stopped abruptly.

“How did you get in with Dolson?”

“I found out how he was doing it. Nobody else knew. He had to let me in. I set Acme up on a better basis than they had it. Safer.”

“Who told you Gevan Dean was dead? Was it Mottling?”

His eyes went wide. His shock was evident. “Mottling! He hasn’t got anything to do with—” I saw the shock fade and his eyes get wary as he began to figure out some of the things that had evidently bothered him because they hadn’t added up.

“Come now, Fitch. Mottling and LeFay corrupted Dolson, then used the knowledge of his thefts to blackmail him into sabotaging production. Don’t look so innocent.”

Lester looked bewildered. “Sabotage? It was only the
money. LeFay said Ken had found out about it, and he would fix it. I didn’t know until afterwards he was going to have him killed.”

I butted in. “Why did you want me to back Mottling if you didn’t know he was in on it?”

“I didn’t. LeFay was afraid of what Granby might find out, if he was in charge, being a financial man and all. He thought Granby might change the office procedure on purchases and that would spoil it.”

Tancey sighed. “It hangs together, Mr. Dean. I don’t think Fitch knew about the other. As it is, we can give him a few years in a federal prison.” He talked as if Lester wasn’t in the room. That, more than anything else, seemed to crack Lester Fitch.

He said, in a quick, thin voice, “Look, I’ll cooperate in any way. I’ll pay back every nickel. I’ll testify to everything. Please, Mr. Tancey. Please. If you want me to, I’ll testify that Mr. Mottling helped set up the Acme swindle and even got some of the money. I know I did wrong, and you’ve got to give me a break.”

Tancey didn’t even look at him. As far as Tancey was concerned, Lester had not spoken. The young man with Tancey gave Lester a contemptuous glance.

“Take him in,” Tancey said.

The lunch bells were sounding out in the production areas. Lester stood up slowly, pushing the chair out of his way. Then he whirled and moved with a speed that caught us off balance. He plunged through the ground-floor window, protecting his face with his arms. I saw him roll and bound to his feet and start running toward the lunch crowd thronging toward the gates.

Tancey shoved me out of the way. He had a short-barreled revolver in his hand. He aimed at the running man and fired once. Lester went down hard, with a long, shrill scream. His thigh was curiously shortened and twisted and he grasped at it with his hands as he worked himself in a slow circle on the ground, like a crippled insect.

People ran over, formed a circle around him. He screamed again and again. It reminded me of another scene long ago, when the kids at recess had gathered around Lester in that same way. A boy who came up to Lester’s shoulder had belted him solidly on the nose. And Lester had screamed in that same way, and the crowd standing around him had looked just the same. Awed, and ashamed.

Tancey said quietly, holstering the gun, “We need him for the LeFay testimony.”

“Nice shooting, sir.”

“Thank you, Larkin. Make the necessary arrangements, please.”

Larkin left. The gate guards were dispersing the curious. I saw the shards of Lester’s broken glasses glinting in the noon sun.

I said to Tancey, “Niki—Mary Gerrity, or whatever I’m supposed to call her—asked me to stop out at her house at five.”

“We’ll be picking her up before then.”

“Let me go out there at five. Pick her up after that. Give me some time with her first. Just ten minutes. I owe Ken that much.”

“I don’t like it. I don’t want to lose her.”

“You can cover the place, can’t you?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”

He shrugged. “All right. It’s not smart. But all right.”

We talked some more. “I don’t think we can tag Mottling. We’d have to have a good reliable witness who saw Mottling and LeFay together. After we pick up the woman, I’ll pay Mottling a private visit. It’s about all I can do.”

“Couldn’t you make Niki talk?”

He gave me a pitying smile. “If we could use their methods, perhaps.”

He left and I had no time for lunch. I was busy with the reporters and then I was closeted with Uncle Al’s lawyer.

When he heard that Ken’s widow had taken someone
else’s name, he assured me that gave me enough basis to have Ken’s will broken, and it would be almost automatic if it could be proven that she had entered into the marriage for some illegal purpose. After he left I was on the phone for nearly an hour. I got a yes from Garroway and Poulson and a maybe from Fitz. It felt good to be reorganizing the team. Dolson’s replacement arrived, a lean man with a snow plow jaw.

There were some Washington brass with him who needed reassurance, and I did the best I could. They were miffed that Mottling was out, and I wished I could tell them more of the score. I wanted to see how far their eyes would bulge. But Tancey had told me to keep my mouth shut.

I talked to Joan on the phone and told her I would pick her up at her house some time before six. I called the car rental place and told them where they could find their car.

I drew a company sedan for my personal use until I could buy something or get my car shipped up from Florida. There was the problem of disposing of the beach house, after it had been used for a very short honeymoon.

When it was time to go see Niki, I checked with Tancey and he said his arrangements were all made.

My palms were sweating on the wheel of the company car as I drove out to the Lime Ridge house for the last time. I knew I would never go in there again. After the estate thing was fixed up, it would go on the market. It would make a nice house for somebody who didn’t know what had happened in it. I would build Joan a house.

There was no wind and the late afternoon sun was low and bright as I drove in. Victoria let me in. She seemed nervous and glad to see me. I wondered how much they had told her, and how much she had guessed.

Niki was in the living-room. She came toward me and took my hands in hers. She looked regal and lovely. “Darling!” she said. “This is a celebration, you know. Can I be as bold as brass?”

“Of course.”

“Victoria is going out later. I’ll cook for you. I have good
wine. I want us to forget everything tonight. Everything but us, darling.”